Mosaic, that reminds me of a free-range budgie my nan used to have. Nan often used to hang her walking stick over the edge of a table, and the budgie would spend ages nipping back and forth under the little bridge it made.
Another little game was chucking bits of grit out of her cage. Only thing was, granddad, who was bald, used to sit underneath the cage to read. It was hilarious watching the stuff as it bounced off his head, him sitting there very po-faced pretending to ignore it.
Roxie, we used to have a basset hound who would raid the dirty laundry when we were out and would greet us upon our return with a lovely pair of dirty pants. Funny, but not so much if you're bringing guests home.